Hezbollah Compound, Beqaa Valley South“H
e is complaining of pain in his legs.” Lop Eye stood in front of his commander and reported Shake’s situation. He had been roused from a nap by the guard on duty who said the American was yelling about something he did not understand. “And he wishes to defecate.”
“He can s**t where he is.” Mansour was trying to learn how to use the tape recorder that had just been delivered by messenger from headquarters. “That’s why we gave him the bucket.”
“Forgive me, sir.” Lop Eye looked out the window where the driver from Beirut was smoking and drinking tea with one of the house guards. “There is considerable swelling in the man’s legs. Perhaps if we allowed him to walk around a bit—just to a place where he could defecate—the swelling might be reduced.”
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